Walking early one morning I stopped to get this image of my childhood neighbor’s farm pond. The farm animals are long gone, part of the fields sold off to hold a house, the barn still stands as does the house. Both basically empty, just one human occupant and various mice and barn cats uses the spaces. The house is much fancier than one might expect, it is almost Italianate in style. I am unsure if the original house was more of a colonial style or if this is the original house. Each time I am in NY I say I am going to stop by and see if I can walk through the barn, but I never make the time or no one is at home. Both the house and barn I would like to photograph with the light pouring in. Maybe next time, maybe next time.
First of all let me say, this isn’t my house. But sometimes I feel as if my house looks like this. We have been in a state of varying turmoil it seems like forever, but isn’t really. We have sorted, sold, donated, disposed and packed. We have painted, paid someone to paint high places, seal coated the driveway, had wood floors put in, a tile back splash, seal, and general repairs that aren’t in my skill set. Yet it still feels as if the list continues to stay the same length or grow. All in preparation to putting the house on the market and get a place that will be easier for me to maintain. It is a daunting proposition as anyone who has moved after being in one place a long time knows. It is also a real time eater, I have time, or energy, to do anything creative or website related. If I have free time I feel as if I should be doing something house DIY related, or just want to sit still and do nothing for a bit. Though I would really like to get out with my camera or pull out art supplies, I guess this too shall pass, I just need to be patient.
It would appear the demise of my laptop is approaching. There are signs that it’s 8 year life may be winding down. I do not enjoy shopping for computers, having only the merest grasp on all the unintelligible “key points” listed on the info tag. But the likelihood is I will have to tackle that task and shell out the cash this year. I would like to reset my current one back to it’s brand new state, but a factory reset isn’t quite the step that will fix whatever has embedded itself deep in the works. The nuisances of modern life.
Spring is starting to slip away. The blooms are changing, the days are hotter and longer, and the black flies are numerous. I am looking towards summer, a fleeting season if the weather is as poor as our spring was. I want to get out on adventures, see things, poke around in places new and old. Time works against me so many days, I am finding my time consumed with tasks that deliver no creative outlet, many of which are repetitive to boot seeming to need doing again as soon as completed. I want the long summer days of childhood, the ones that allowed time to read, climb trees, eat popsicles and ended with lightning bugs dancing at the edge of the lawn before falling to sleep to the distant rumble of thunder.
All these doors once opened onto something. A yard, a bedroom, an office, a simple closet. Now they stand stacked and unopen-able, crowded together in a back room. I wonder if any will see use again as doors.
It is the final days of May yet it seems as if we are still caught in April weather. Those showers are good for the plants, but they need sun and warmth too. I have not been able to get out and enjoy the nice days as there always seems to be a laundry list of tasks to attend to, ones that just can’t be put off. Maybe June will prove more accommodating.